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Broken Guilt

know? Could I really do? Just follow everyday signs Follow me when time collides See me for who I am don't walk away Eyes filled with tears of guilt

you go And the guilt you feel is the weary soul, yeah Of the outlaw Hearts weren't made to be ruled And rules weren't made to be broken It's cold and

Who here among us has not been broken? Who here among us is without guilt or pain? So oft' abandoned by our transgressions If such a thing as grace exists

for a Badman This is the Badman's Song Guilt in the frame of the looking-glass Puts a shine on the mind where reflections pass Where the jigsaw pieces of a broken

his trial became a lightning rod for discussion Compellin' evidence, statements from residents Validated guilt as he maintained his innocence From the hair to the fiber, broke

And talk bad about a nigga, behind closed doors But look here dog, a hoe once told me loc Bite the hand that feeds you, and you'll wind up broke

do something, come up, make a little bit of money, somebody all on your nuts. I'm keeping it real, and bytch, if you feel I'm talking bout you, then it must be the guilt

the color red I'm relentless and I'm down on the world again Give me tomorrow's broken dreams now I'm feeling like a loaded gun There's a world of guilt

People with nothing getting thrown away Too much blood spilled by diseased minds Filled with fear, yeah they're all filled with fear So many broken